Today's hike took under this power tower. I could hear the electricity surging through the lines high overhead. It first reminded me of bacon sizzling in a fry pan but it was more like the static of a radio not tuned in to a station. I doubt standing there was doing the little grey cells in my brain any good.
There were three of these Beavertail cacti here and they are the only ones I have seen in this area. The blossoms are just about ready to open, probably tomorrow or the next day. They have the most beautiful magenta colored flowers. I hope to be able to find these three plants again to take a photo.
Here is another first for me...a bowling ball in the middle of the desert.
I left the bowling ball there.
Those electricity masts are not so healthy to be close to I think. They never place them close to houses here. Most is underground here with cables. You can play a bowling game now!
A bowling ball in the desert,,,, whatever next? I'd love to know the story behind it. Maybe it marks the grave of a bowling champion who was brutally murdered by his opponents. STRIKE!!!!!
Like your tower shot!
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